The stone age

Every child is born into the stone age; predisposed to nothing, naked, dependent upon the cloth and the nipple. They speak the language of hunger and want with gurgled grunts and random howls. They age, and the bedrock sinks deeper: flesh and memory spun together in a primitive weave. Words are flash-frozen, and the mired conceits bear anger and pleasure and the twisted knot of both and neither, complex carbon desires, the raw veneration of self. There is an ache for meaning for something unknowable, primitive but blood deep. These years are set in stone: the poison tongues that whisper jealousy and judgment, the ruthless blackguard, the denigrating conversations. Set in stone until the stone is set upon them.

***a work-in-progress**


12 thoughts on “The stone age

  1. Tanya Cliff June 2, 2016 / 1:24 am

    That is a fascinating progression through life, Steven!

    Set in stone until the stone is set upon them.

    Excellent! I look forward to reading more of this…

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  2. augustmacgregor June 2, 2016 / 12:42 pm

    You’ve captured a struggle for meaning with language like poetry; this is really good.

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  3. LionAroundWriting June 2, 2016 / 1:54 pm

    Interesting topic. I hadnt thofught about it before, but a baby born now apart from nutrition, is no different in their needs and struggles from thos milleniums ago.

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  4. sanpiano June 3, 2016 / 1:26 am

    there is an ache, a sadness, a melancholy…the heart is a heavy burden…

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  5. D. Wallace Peach June 3, 2016 / 2:08 pm

    So powerful, Steven. This struck me on many levels – our essentially primitive natures, and how the early (even pre-verbal) experiences of our youth become etched in our psyches for our whole lives. The weight is ponderous. Well done. I can’t wait to read it.

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    • Steven Baird June 3, 2016 / 2:46 pm

      Thank you, Diana. The theme has weighed on me for quite some time. The aging process, I suppose, and trying to distill to something recognizable. What better place to begin than childhood? πŸ™‚

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      • D. Wallace Peach June 3, 2016 / 3:07 pm

        I used to work in mental health with children under 5. It’s amazing and frightening how much of who we are is determined during those early years – followed by the teenage years. It seems to take a lifetime to sort it all out.

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  6. Steven Baird June 3, 2016 / 3:42 pm

    Exactly, and I think that’s what I’m trying to do with this work… and also how the right people can become such powerful influences in our lives. It’s a fragile balancing act for sure.

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